Mommy Days Coming to a Close

Tuesday, July 17, 2012

I’ve got my coffee and my favorite spot at the park. This new little nook is beautiful. I have a view of the whole lake and a bench in the shade just far enough off the beaten path not to be bothered by my fellow park goers. The breeze is tickling the leaves and rippling the lake just enough that I can still see the turtles pushing their heads out of the water for a quick gulp of air. And this is how I’m wrapping up my mommy days.

As much as I have missed J I have also enjoyed the simple pleasure of just being a mom and the opportunity to have the quiet to do some soul searching.

The kids and I have loaded the bikes up daily and rode around the park, amazing! We’ve even headed for an open field with a Frisbee in hand and practiced our long lost skill of putting that funny little disc where we wanted it. Of course the boys had a blast making fun of each others lack of ability and I spent time telling them that it was too far off and they had to retrieve their tossed disc. In the moments between them directing the Frisbee my way I discovered I could still do a cartwheel. Yah, this 40 year old lady isn’t so decrepit. LOL! Then my youngest decided he could do it to. We were a regular circus act in our own fun little pocket of the park.

Our evenings have been filled with good cooking, so I think, and family movies.

This morning was the best, all of us just sitting around telling tales of days gone by and joking around.  My middle child was engaged in a way that I don’t have the pleasure of seeing often. Teenage years, ugh! With that being said I was happy to have us reminiscing over the moments that he treasured.

My 7 year old is just fun to engage in conversation with because of his innocent view of the world. He is funny and opinionated all in one package. Just the other day I was trying to get him to read and he didn’t want to hear it so he put his fingers in his ears.

Okay, remember when I said that I try to parent from the positive, well let’s just say I don’t always succeed and I could in that moment feel the over baring mom coming to the surface when I stopped and said, “Uh, oh! Looks like you’re grounded until you decide to read.” He tossed the bean bag and stomped away. Then I really had to restrain the ugly and said, “That was a bad choice now you are grounded and you still have to read, now go to your room.”

You would have thought the attitude for the day was decided, but in fact it went just the opposite. We all ended up with no electronics and played, drew, and enjoyed each other like simple people. At the end of the day he remarked that it was the best day ever! It’s funny how the things we fear, like our kids hating us for being the parent, can turn into an affirmation that we’re not doing such a bad job after all.

I’ve been happy with my days, but not with my new sleeping habits, in bed by 2am and up by 9:30. There are days that I am more than grateful J hasn’t imposed rules regarding my night owl hours. I’m sure it will change when he comes home. It’s been difficult for me to pick a schedule because I don’t know if I am going to be going back to work or if I will do the stay at home / home schooling mom thing. I suppose I have kind of thrown caution to the wind and done what comes naturally as opposed to a planned attack on the day. With that being said while J has been gone I have taken the time to do some personal reflection and yesterday I took the time to send J a letter containing what I realized. In the past when I have done this I have gotten pretty negative reactions, but to my surprise J was his loving accepting self.

Must cut this short his plane has landed!

A Beautiful Day at the Park x3

4:15am    alarm goes off. J says, "snuggle up to me I have five more minutes"

4:20am    alarm goes off again. Up and Adam, gotta get ready to take J to the airport.

5:10am    Bags loaded and I am in the drivers seat and off we go.

5:30am    We arrive, check in and sit and wait/chat


5:50am     I hug J good bye at security and head for the door, but first take a look over my shoulder to see him in line.

A park in St. Louis where we met

5:52am    In my car on the way to the park to type and email to a friend (that I never sent, sigh)


7:00 am   Home to find my 13 year old up and playing video games

This is really my baby

7:15am    Whisper sweetly into my 7 yr olds ear, "You wanna get up and go for a bike ride in the park."
                 Eyes closed, sweet smile, slow nod saying yes, I leave he room.


7:30am    Still no site of 7 yr old. Start to research "how to buy a bike" thank you YouTube!

8:15am     Research completed, bike located and priced, extremely anxious to get the day started. 


8:30am    Talked 13yr  in to accompanying me to return/ purchase new bike


*****Almost 10 am by the time we returned home and figured lunch would be good since I was determined to do an outdoor activity with the boys. We ate BLT's with avocado and Cheetos. Lunch eaten so out the door we went. Yes! The breeze was blowing, both boys were happy to be out and on their bikes and I was in mommy heaven. We returned home a little after 1:30. I instructed the boys to take showers and that they could have their game time and I headed back to the park.****


I found a secluded place in the park where I could hear the water lap the shore, the breeze was just right, and the shade just enough and I began to read. I have been reading the 

The Power of a Praying Wife by Stormie Omartian, when I have time. I was on chapter 13 HIS TRIALS and didn't stop reading until I got to chapter 17. As I recharged my batteries, connected to God, and read this book about the why's and how's to pray for my husband I felt more and more affirmed regarding our lifestyle choice. It's not a DD book, but it does make being submissive sacred, holy and without worry of being a doormat or losing ones self. 

The more I read the more proud of my husband I was for the faith that he carries so gracefully. I was also grateful to be reminded how to pray for him. Today I read quotes like, "If you want your husband to love you more, you need to love him more. It always works, especially if you're praying about it as well." & "If your schedule doesn't allow time to be with God and draw on His strength, then rework your priorities and make a new schedule. The old one is not working." (ch 16 p 128) 

I know these quotes may not strike a cord with you, but for me they instantly brought me back into focus. As I read I had stray thoughts about my children and my friends and then about what I was and wasn't doing to be a good partner. And without feeling bad or beating myself up I felt directed and energized. I try hard to parent from the positive, but often forget how to love my self into action from the positive a lot of time.

A butterfly we we're blessed and amazed to find attached to our hand rail. Of all places!

With my batteries recharged I took a deep breath, enjoyed the last look at the sparkling rippling water and headed back to the asphalt that lead to my car. At home I found happy clean kids, until of course I mentioned to my youngest that it was time to read his three books, but that's okay because I am Mom and I do it out of love and devotion.

I don't want to lead anyone to believe that I don't miss J, I do! At the same time I am the type of person who needs to recharge by herself and this trip of his gave me that. On my way home from the park all I wanted to do was send him an email of all the warm feelings I had for him and to tell him, "Okay, I miss you. Please come home now!" I look forward to his return on Tuesday.

12:30 am  Rambling completed. Whew! it has been a day.

Unconditional Love

It feels like forever since I have written an entry about J and I, but in reality it has only been a short time. I think about writing daily, but haven’t been able to find a single topic or how to put it into words. As I pondered this thought tonight I realized I wanted to write about my family, but mostly unconditional love.

I have been in limbo lately due to being unemployed and worried about where to put the kids in school. J and I have brainstormed some ideas, but are still waiting on a call that was suppose to come in this past Monday, but didn’t. I was told this coming Monday and I will know if there will be a position to even interview for. Not wanting to put all my eggs in one basket I called H.R. on the other side of town, but he is out until Monday of this coming week. What does this all equal? MELT DOWN!

I talked about how J has threatened to make a paddle, he never did. This equals a slippery slope of emotions and when you add those up with the, oh so, many other emotions I am having….well, we’ll get to that.

A little background:

I didn’t grow up with a lot of unconditional love. The opposite is actually more of what I grew up with, conditional love. I don’t say this for any other reason than to explain that my husband is the most unconditionally loving human being I have ever had in my life. I trust him, love him, am grateful for him, but when I get stressed to the point that I have been (the I don’t know what direction to go sort of stress) I pull away and not a little, a lot. It’s been going on for a couple of weeks now and he’s promised (threatened) to take care of ttwd, but time, kids, and  life have prevented it. When this has happened in the past I am fully aware that the rope has become too slack and it’s his strength I need to pull me back. As life would have it the rope just stayed slack and I have had a slow decline and have become so distant that I had cut our connection off completely. I never do this. I think I turned down physical affection from him maybe twice in the three years we’ve been married. I’ve not been able to communicate.

I have, on the other hand, gone into; get what’s on list done mode. I am the queen of make a list the night before in order to have some direction for the next morning. I’ve taken care of the kiddos. I have taken care of the house. I even managed to slip a walk at the park in, just the kids and me. But taking care of my relationship with J, I wasn’t doing such a good job.

Yesterday he had enough, or maybe it’s that “time” became available. I said something bull headed and rude to him in front of all three boys and was promptly asked to join him in the bedroom. He wasted no time telling me to bend over the bed for twenty.

This wasn’t going to happen without a fight and before I knew it we were saying awful things to each other and then, he stopped. He declared that he wasn’t going to get drawn into these kinds of arguments and apologized to me for what he had said. I, sadly, was not in a very receptive mood and accepted the apology, but wasn’t moving toward letting my guard down. When he came in for the hug I shrugged him away. And with that shrug he instructed me to lean over and reluctantly I did. He took his belt from the closet and I wrapped my arms around the pillow in front of me and accepted my twenty swats for my disrespect. When I stood up he went to give me a hug and I was still resistant so over I went again for five more. The hot tears kept running down my face and I waited for that feeling of release, but I had been in this place so long when I stood up the second time I  was  still hard so, when he asked me if I knew he loved me I responded, “I’m trying”. Again, over I went for five more. By the time I got up from these I wasn’t going to give “honest or wrong” answers. After all I had at that point ruined a pair of contacts and my bottom really hurt. Survival mode here I come.

Here came the man that knows me and my modes. I cried and cried and he asked me question after question and waited patiently until I started to get on board with the fact that he was there for me and we would find ourselves on the other side of this with each other. He held me, he waited for me, but mostly he didn’t let me go and hide inside my shell.

Unconditional love for me happened for me with my first born and again with my second son otherwise if it weren't for them I wouldn’t have a clue about true love.  I love J unconditionally with all my heart, but it still astonishes me when he loves me unconditionally back. I sometimes allow all the reasons he shouldn’t cloud my ability to accept his love, but it doesn’t stop him.

This was a long process that J wouldn’t let me escape and after some time I slowly softened and leaned into him. We snuggled together for a long time and he talked to me and I listened and tried to relax into being okay. After a bit he announced that he was going to get up and when he returned he wanted me to be in position and bare bottomed. I was astonished and asked why?!

He explained that he could tell that I still needed ttwd. My heart knew it was true, but really who wants to admit that? I didn’t fight him and was ready when he returned, I thought! He proceeded and I wasn’t ready! Normally, we go into discipline with a count, but this wasn’t disciple this was, “Help Saguaro find her way back from the dark side”. And he worked hard to help me. For the record I still feel sore today as proof of his efforts.

I am still not 100%, but I am at least able to hug him again without being completely closed off. I am grateful for this. He leaves on Friday for four days and I will run things and I will do just fine because I will have a “job” and that is when I feel in control and okay.

I almost forgot to mention that earlier this week he called me into the room and I flat out refused a spanking. He seemed too angry with me and his sugar (diabetes) was up and I was headed for trouble…as my dad used to say, “If you’re going to screw it up might as well make it worth it”. I don’t suggest following this advice unless you want to go from 20 to 80 swats in five swat increments. See he gave me to the count of three to accept my discipline, much deserved now that I am days away from the argument, and then added 5. Did I mention stubborn as the day is long sometimes. I asked him tonight if I had received my 80 yesterday and he smiled broadly at me and said, “No”.

Sorry, I know it’s been a long entry, but it’s been a long two weeks and I still have several more days and another discipline coming.

Lovely Blog Award

Renee Rose-Closet Girl named me in her One Lovely Blog Award list.

Thank you very much for including me with all of these awesome writers!

 So these are the rules (should you choose to play along...)

The One Lovely Blog Rules of Acceptance

- Thank the person/people who nominated you and link back to them in your post.


- Share seven possibly unknown things about yourself.


- Nominate fifteen or so bloggers you admire.


- Contact the chosen bloggers to let them know and link back to them.



7 Possibly Unknown Things About Myself 

1. I love Vampire Movies


2. I am fascinated with way the human brain works 


3. I am sick every time I click the "Publish" button for fear that I have misspelled or made some embarrassing grammar error 


4. I love working out, but haven't lately


5. I am addicted to Pinterest


6. I wish I could organize people for a living, yet another addiction


7. I am an ex-smoker who misses it whenever life gets down right hard...oh, yah, that's what the paddle is for...no slip ups for this girl.

Here are my most admired blogs : 

Renee Rose- Closet Girl

Shelter in the Storm

The Nature of Serenity

Knowing Your Roles

Rules to Love By

A Loves Z

Her Mischief Managed

(D)eefor(D)esire

Rogue's Awakening

Veiled Obsessions

C&e- Life in DD


Learning Domestic Discipline

I thank each and everyone of these writers and the many others that I wasn't able to list! 

You have made me laugh, helped me work "things" through, and most of all given me a 

place to  embrace my DD  lifestyle. 

A Blessing and a Curse

It’s a blessing and a curse to have a man who can fix anything as well as make anything. You see for the last couple of days J has been saying he was going to make a paddle. Our last one got broken, hum, wonder how that could have happened. J says I need a little therapy because he can tell that I have been disconnected from him. The days have been long, with home renovations, and the South has been as hot as Hades, not to mention I have been subconsciously brewing a stew of nerves over how this impending interview will go; will I get the job, will we have to move, will we have the money. Plus plan for the boys return; will they be happy to be home, will they be happy to stay, will blending back together after they have been with their Dad for a month go smoothly. Too much stress on top of generally not feeling well physically. A + B= Distance which equals a good spanking with lots of loving reassurance that all will be well. <Music playing in the background of the impending doom on my derriere>

J was already awake when I woke this morning. When I began to move he snuggled right up to me and did that thing he does where he puts his arm around my waist and then he gently cups my breast. This morning I was  feeling stand offish and he picked up on it quickly, but let it go. As we chatted he said something that hurt my feelings and so I got up and headed to the shower. Mind you I didn’t leave in a huff, I had a scheduled massage at 9:30 and the morning was getting away from us. When I got back into the room there J stood asking me what was wrong. Grrr! Aversion tactics needed! “So dear, what are you going to do while I am gone?” Damn! Didn’t work! He quickly asked if I was avoiding his question and I responded with, “Why no, J” that sealed it he retorted “Over the bed”

I couldn’t believe this was happening. I was leaving for a massage in less than a few minutes. He was relentless and my powers of persuasion were not working. Practically pouting I walked around the bed and he pulled down my panties…everything inside me was protesting. I braced myself and  pop! the sting, again and again. I heard myself let out an “ouch!” and then all of a sudden I burst out in laughter. Oh! Crap! Not again!!! He asked me if I was laughing and I said, of course, “No”. He didn’t fall for that and held me extra tight and worked mercilessly to relieve me of my funny bone. I am broken! It is so extremely wrong to break out in uncontrollable laughter while your behind is naked in the air while hubby is trying to drive a point home. Especially, when it hurts like the dickens!

I was more than warm by the time he was done with me and now I was worried about meeting my new massage therapist. A good look in the mirror and the heat radiating off me had me praying that we would start the session off on my back. While all these stray thoughts were going through my head J pipes up and says that he was making a paddle today. Great! Nothing like breaking the funny bone with a paddle!

Hug, hug, kiss, kiss and out the door me and my red hot bottom went. I managed to be right on time for my appointment, but to my dismay she told me that we would be starting out with me on my tummy. My brain had to tell my body to relax and I willed my derriere not to be bright red, is that possible? Although I felt extremely exposed, since we worked on my hips, I never got the feeling that she found a hand print staring up at her when she uncovered my hip. Whew! That would have been a fun conversation. Yeah, I am an earthy, bohemian sort of gal with a mix of traditional “DD” values at home.

Will share later if a paddle indeed gets made today or if my powers of persuasion are re-energized and convincing that a connection has been made now that I have had a massage and feel relaxed. One can only hope!

Back in the Saddle

In my last post I shared that J and I had been going through a lot, that was an under statement. A little background: We live in the South and for the past two plus years it’s been pretty hard for me to stay on top of my mood. It’s this problem that led us to DD in the first place. One of the biggest catalysts for this consistent mood/depression is the fact that I moved my two youngest from A+ schools to a failing school district under the threat of the government coming into help. I am, as my brother reminded me, 90% Mom.  Being a home birthing, breastfeeding, wish I could home school kinda mama and then single for four years will do that to a girl. This being the case I had been putting a lot of pressure on J to put in for a transfer to anywhere other than the Deep South. Well, he did just that last month. Without getting into all the gory details let’s just say that that we were ill prepared for a move of this magnitude.  Of course we couldn't have figured this out early on say, before we moved over half our home to a storage unit nearly five hours northeast of our Southern home. The fist week after the contract was signed we were going along pretty good. The second week J was showing signs of distress. By the third week we were in complete meltdown mode and had to do something drastic. During this time amazingly I stopped being depressed and became the stronger of the two of us. In my life before J I moved a lot and this move was making me very happy, civilization here we come. LOL! This experience had brought back the old me, the one who is strong, take charge, and capable of making great contributions to her family. I hadn't seen that side of myself in a long time. Long story short, J and I had reversed roles for a few weeks and that left me with a great feeling of empowerment.

 After we decided we had bitten off more than we could chew we pulled the contract. Now it was time to repair the damage that the stress had done. Our home now had two Alpha’s in it and J and I were feeling very divided. I just couldn’t seem to reconnect with J no matter how I tried. Great Sex didn’t do it, being on top of the house didn’t do it, and continuing to take the reigns certainly didn’t help us. I was grateful to hear my husbands spirit rise again in his voice and his energy levels return to normal, but we were now left with sorting out the lessons we had learned from this experience. Lesson one: I am strong and have a great deal to contribute to this relationship and life. Lesson two: We needed to redefine what equality looked like on a daily basis and how to function more as a cohesive team. Just to mention a couple.

Over the past couple of years we had established that he, as the HOH, would make a majority of the decisions financially and otherwise. Of course I spoke up when I felt it was really important, but being depressed regularly that didn’t happen very often. Not a lot of teamwork was really needed anyway, not the kind we needed in the last few weeks. I had been the heart of the house and working my forty hours plus a week. J was the primary bread winner and made sure we stayed a-float and in the middle we lived a somewhat stress free life. I am glad I am back on my feet and hope to stay here, but this means that J and I need to figure out how to restructure our relationship so that we are better able to blend our strengths. With all this discussion going on between the two of us I stopped feeling a need for DD and the way things were going it didn’t seem as if we were going to need it. Unfortunately as this last week has pasted I was still struggling to deal with ebbs and flows of J’s emotions which has kept me on guard and made it hard for me to connect with him. We talked and talked and DD was never brought up or crossed my mind and then after a huge screaming match, something we don’t due often, he made the proclamation that he was taking his house back. My inner goddess pouted. My not so inner goddesses wheels began to turn to figure out how he was going to do this and still leave this new found strength of mine in tact. The days past and we rubbed each other a little, but nothing to major. J started to drop a hint here and there that he would be taking care of my attitude or mood. I didn’t pay to much attention after all I was feeling as if I was in the right…..then it happened I crossed the line. My stress levels of not being employed had reached a crescendo. Oh yah, I forgot to mention that because this deal was signed and things were moving right along I resigned from my job. A good stable not going anywhere kind of position. J told me not to stress and just “”Be Still. Be still I screamed in my head! I began to spiral and J decided it was time to bring me back into balance.

Very sternly, but kindly he let me know that a session was coming and yesterday it did. He came in from the night shift to find me still in bed. He crawled in next to me, put his arm around me, told me he loved me, and we just snuggled and talked. This felt so very nice and it seemed like we hadn’t done this in so long that one thing began to lead to the next and then he asked if I wanted to make love now or after my spanking. Did you hear the screaming breaks? I just did! My mood shifted and I opted for my spanking. It is amazing how quickly gears can change and the business side of my man can come out. He asked me to take off my clothes and explained why this was about to happen and that he was going to use both the belt and the switch. With a deep inhale and full exhale I pulled my night clothes off and moved my heavy legs off onto the floor and leaned over the bed and tried to prepare for the impending assault on my derriere.

J came around the bed and shared with me that he was going to give me a good warm up. A moment later down came the first swat of his hand on my backside and that familiar feeling of all my muscles tightening and rejecting what was happening rushed back to me. And he continued until he got to 30 and asked if I was ready for the belt. I responded honestly with a respectful, “No Sir”. But I could hear the jingle of the buckle anyway and I closed my eyes, strangled the bed covers between my fingers, and before another mental action could take place the sting arrived. He spoke to me of love and respect and I counted and tried to refrain from fleeing or guarding myself with my hand. Then as the repetition of swats neared the end the tears streamed down my face. He paused, rubbed my bottom gently, and reminded me how much he loved me. I relaxed and let my muscles release as I sobbed with relief. Then I felt him stand back up and his hand moved to the small of my back, again I stiffened, grabbed the covers and then the bite of switch came across my skin like a whip. I knew there were going to be 17 strikes, but by ten I was a puddle and he paused and consoled me while I remained in position. As I cried I was relieve he stopped and thought we were done, but within moments he was back on his feet to deliver the last seven.

I cried face down for a few moments and J rubbed my back and spoke lovingly to me. As what had just happened passed I could feel “it” happening. The walls had melted and I could feel the love J had for me. The stress poured out of me in the form of tears and then the desire for him to touch me and love me in that familiar traditional way of two bodies desiring to be one overwhelmed me. And we closed this crazy chapter of our story entangled in each other.

The next chapter promises to have a renewed sense of order with a sprinkle of self discovery.

A Laughing Matter...Really?

I know that is has been forever, but I am back to give this a go again and share an event that happened between J and me. I am hoping I will hear responses along the lines of: Yes, crazy but it happens.


J and I have been going through a lot lately, so much so that DD has been off the list of priorities for a while. I  have been okay with this because, as of late, I have felt strong and on top of things.  I kid you not it has been over a month and I haven't even worried about getting told to lean over the bed. Honestly, I can't remember what prompted my husband to decide it was time to take back the reigns, but he did. Well, , I would have to guess that it was my snarky humor and my attitude, humm it gets me every time! Seems I get this way when I am feeling good and when this happens dear ol' Hubby likes to remind me when I have crossed the line.


So, we will say it was my mouth that got me in trouble. I was told to go to the room and get into position. I did as I was asked. He met me in the bedroom and began the warm-up. I hate spankings in all forms particularly under the guise of a warm up, Ouch! When he was done with his 20 warm up swats he went for the paddle. He began and I yelped and he asked if I was complaining, best response to this question is to lie and say, "No Sir", and I did just that. He continued and I stayed as still as I could and didn't complain anymore then he asked the one question that I absolutely cannot stand, "How many is that?". A couple things came to mind, "Ah, was I really suppose to be counting? and "Who the heck can count when their getting their arse tanned?!. Then I belted out, "21". I knew it was suppose to be 20 and I put my hand back and earned an extra so it seemed like a safe answer and honestly it felt like 21.  Hubby says, "Nice try" and I bust out laughing and then he was laughing. I thought I was in the clear, laughter is good right? Wrong! After he took a deep breath the conversation went along the lines of him telling me to bend over the bed again only this time his arm came across my waist and in no time there were no more giggles for yours truly. I counted and loudly  and he thought that was funny. When he was done with me not a hint of a giggle was left in me and my rear was nicely red to prove it. I almost forgot to mention that our brand new beautiful curly maple paddle got broken in the process. 


I learned my lesson, but I still have to wonder where in the world those spontaneous giggles come from and hope that they only happen again some place other than during discipline.